First message
Nothing. Nothing but abandoned buildings, and hollow hearts. That’s how it’s been for the last 5 years. Empty. Me and team are cautiously scanning and searching this run down, abandoned gas station. Mostly for supplies that people left behind. As we go deeper inside, I subtly hear soft, ragged breathing coming from behind the register. I silently stalk closer, pointing my rifle in the direction, as soon as I get close, small figure tackles me to the ground, straddling my chest. The hell?